Tag: Marquis de Joker

Gospel 176 ~Will’s Christmas List IV~

WillLeave a comment

What does it profit a man, to gain the whole world, and lose his soul? I’m not a man of faith, but my mom taught me some. While she’s not alone in the world, I’m hoping to be a better man than Dad. Will’s Christmas List IV means I’ll need a good girl

Thursday, December 24, 2020

Gospel 176 ~Will’s Christmas List IV~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I have it all, the BOOKS, written and bought with all the BUCKS. If I were going to spend the holidays in bed, would it be in a BROTHEL? That’s where Dennis Hof spent his, but no. This Christmas, I want a BABE. Well, “She doesn’t look a thing like Jesus,” ha-ha. A baby girl, a baby doll. Yesterday I asked was I looking for love? It would be a Christmas Miracle or Hell if I had her here now; I could take care of everything else for me and mine for sure.

A woman that would let me read as I please. What, I could be reading a Playboy or something, but my current reading has been:

Christmas Reading

  1. The Christmas Pickup by Abby Knox
  2. Mason’s Winter by C.M. Steele
  3. Baby It’s Cold Outside by Dani Wyatt
  4. The Christmas Wife by Elizabeth Kelly

At the same time, yeah, I want to produce those “girly magazines,” but I’m damn sure my angel (shudders) won’t be a “Centerfold.” I want a woman all to myself, and I only know two virgins. Don’t ask because today should be HAPPY, Christmas Eve.

Not sounding very sexy so far, but if we got into everything I’m into… So I pay women to strip and masturbate. I’ve got three artists I’m bankrolling and have paid others for this or that. You know how I want to make my money in the end, right? Writing every perverted, depraved, sick thought in my mind. I would at least have an excuse if I was fucking some girl on Christmas Eve and into Christmas Day. It worked for Bear, Mason, Vix, and while Deacon hasn’t fucked the heroine yet… Was I going to say I ain’t asking for much? I mean, seriously.

It’s not writing dirty books, having more money than God, or owing a brothel. Again I need a woman whose heart is big enough to accept all of me. Yeah, with a pretty mouth, a small slit, and nothing against anal. Also, she’s going to be the mother of my children one day. Tell me such a woman exists that I could bang her brains out, and right about now, she would be cooking breakfast?

More books, bucks, and broads for brothels but only one babe. Will’s Christmas List IV.

I Will Have More Fear

Gospel 175 ~Payday, Will’s Favorite Holiday…~

WillLeave a comment

Every day, “How are you,” another day, even with Emergence, or Free Candy, and what about Christmas. When I get massive amounts of green one day, I’d like to think I can afford to bring a tree inside. I can now but Payday, Will’s Favorite Holiday yep

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

Gospel 175 ~Payday, Will’s Favorite Holiday…~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now and still making one more dollar cue Homer drool. Now you know I’m not one for the holidays. Long story short, PEOPLE. During this time of the year, you might call me Mr. Grinch, Scrooge, or “Cross.” Didn’t care for “Scrooged.” Bless Indiana Gone for trying her best. She did send me a Christmas card. Now don’t tell her I told you, but she did forget about MY “Emergence Day.” Okay, so that’s the point, hmm. I never tell anyone. Hers is Star Wars Day, oh, um, a good holiday ha.

Anyway, so I say people, but I should also say with money, things get complicated. Take now, It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year, as they say. Yesterday I envisioned the Christmastime I hope to share with my family someday. Okay, one day, motivations. However, I shared the truth of my current situation. There isn’t a tree up, no lights, no wrapped gifts, we’ll get to that. There isn’t any “Roast Beast” in the fridge. Truth is, I’m still living, for the most part, with leftover Turkey. I don’t mean to complain so much. Inspector Echo, I have money. Is it all this talk in the news lately about stimulus this and that? The idea that I’m beginning to believe Serra Hyundai (assholes) pardon my French has been lying to me. My biggest shame is that I haven’t even bought my Dæmon a gift.

I shouldn’t talk about gifts because that reminds me of Emergence Day. Hell, I should probably put Gears of War on my Wish List. Okay, you already know that Emergence Day is the worst day of my life, and it’s why I spend most of it in hiding, hating life. Now, if I cared to make a list of worst holidays, after Emergence and Christmas would be Valentine’s Day. What, am I trying to be in love at some point. And again, I’m not exactly buying gifts, AHEM, two. Let’s not put women and any money in the same idea. Where will that lead to? Besides wanting a family and what about taking kids to trick or treat. I don’t need little monsters at my door when kids scare the crap out of me anyway.

So I’m keeping people away and money in my pocket. I don’t need the ghosts for Payday, Will’s Favorite Holiday.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 172 ~Willing Goddesses and Guns~

WillLeave a comment

I love my Dæmon like pancakes, but he does know how to spoil a good dream, so I was busy cleaning up a mess this morning. All the things I’m willing to spend money on. I should get him some diapers, my furry old man. Will Goddess and Guns though

Sunday, December 20, 2020

Gospel 172 ~Willing Goddesses and Guns~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and you at least woke up like one today. In a way, I want to treat you like the Dæmon, pat your head, call you a good boy. You don’t need treats, but what were you looking to buy at 7:00 AM.

Of course, you can’t speak of it. Only it would help someone in particular with a lawsuit against the state of Nevada. Another right decision on your part today, and it’s so early. Maybe you’ll keep up with what I began, and no, I don’t mean all the reading, ok? God knows you weren’t dreaming about books or even Far Cry 5. Such a pain in the ass not being able to speak of these things. As always, Republican ideas to deflect and lie. Did I mention how tiresome? You can say that song “Diamonds and Guns” has been playing. In about another hour or so, you can add another day to beating your addiction. There was an ad today talking about the secret to winning is accountability. Yep, nobody is that trustworthy. But you do have something to celebrate with these Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 003 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 010 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
    Failed
  4. I AM Editing Anything Of My Current Works
    Failed
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Mason’s Winter
    Completed

They don’t give 21 Gun Salutes over getting a 31% F. Dare I to say Trump has an approval higher than that. You should try buying more guns. Your dreams were full of them last night. Should you blame Far Cry 5, society, or my fat mouth these days, hmm? Again you’re trying to save money, but between the mail, mayhem, and mechanics. Yeah, you won’t be getting that $600.00 to build up an armory for what might take place in a few weeks. Of all the fears you hold in this world, to be honest, you don’t fear “politics.” Perhaps you should consider more guns as a THING; that way, it won’t ever happen. Funny, this coming from a man that made sure to put a new NaNoWriMo shirt on his wanted list. Those mechanics were wrong about the car, but you won’t even try to protect yourself… SHAME.

What you should be ashamed of is what kept the money in your pocket this morning. How about what drove you from your bed? You love the Imp like pancakes, but he can make messes. Much like Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 010 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
  4. I AM Editing Anything Of My Current Works
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
  6. I AM Finishing Baby It’s Cold Outside by Dani Wyatt

I can’t ask you about one thing and shouldn’t the other. Willing Goddesses And Guns.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 170 ~Will Rings The Belle~

WillLeave a comment

I’ve said before, I tell myself stories to go to sleep at night. When I’m not being the typical person. You know, diddling around on the phone, I review more tales or ask myself “the big questions.” Will Rings The Belle.

Friday, December 18, 2020

Gospel 170 ~Will Rings The Belle~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I can probably afford therapy. No, instead, I choose to live in books, to WRITE, and to hold conversations with myself daily. All-day, I’ve been thinking about the number seven. There are seven sins, days, people, and what now?

Of course, I look towards myself, my PRIDE with the Man in The Mirror, every Sunday. It hurts to know that he has not suffered as I have, but I’m a survivor, as the song goes. My grandma used to say I was full of pride… I don’t see it.

Now Monday’s for most, are challenging, which is why I engage in SLOTH. I mean, come on, I make a bunch of rules I don’t live by. At the Day Job, I wear the same thing every day and skirt the “laws” that I can outside this house around me.

I ENVY the man who talks to his Future Wife every Tuesday. He’s living the life of my dreams. He complains to her to make her run off, and why? Would he rather be me? Maybe he’s staring at himself, but it’s through the eyes of his beloved and so…

I’m still waiting for WRATH on Wednesday. I announce my sins, and someday I’m going to slip up and say something that will end me. M Anime said I might have a thing about powerful women like cops and soldiers. Inspector Echo is inspired by Inspector Carla Valenti, “Indigo Prophecy.”

Thursday, of course, is all about LUST. It’s a temptation. It’s Like slacking Thursday knowing Friday is coming. Truth be told, there was a particular website that offered free downloads on Wednesday night. I suppose Thursday I get to brag but haven’t been there in ages. Love and Lust, Dear Future Wife meets Dirty Diana.

So today is Friday and GREED. In case you’re wondering what any of this has to do with books or writing… The very idea of writing this stems from a book I read once, Lust: by Ker Dukey, part of the Elite Seven Series. How many ideas have I claimed?

Saturday is GLUTTONY. As Spotify has pointed out, AHEM, I’m just a “Sucker For Pain.” Hell, the whole reason I started writing this blog was that I feed on “Humiliations Galore.” Isn’t that Wednesday? Well, I need more, ha. Ker Dukey and Eric Vall, but how
Will Rings The Belle.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 169 ~Will’s Christmas List III~

WillLeave a comment

I want to be a business owner someday. I heard someone say stick to a business where people will always need you. So I figured SEX, but I was also thinking of a zombie apocalypse and not COVID-19, though I am enjoying masks. Will’s Christmas List III

Thursday, December 17, 2020

Gospel 169 ~Will’s Christmas List III~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I can build Paradise. Oh, dare I use words such as Heaven, Elysium, or Eden? Um, a note, I’d love to fuck Faith Seed from Far Cry 5. That’s an interesting story for another time or something to that effect. I hope, hmm. As the song goes, Gee Whiz, It’s Christmas, well, next Friday. Can’t say I’m looking forward to this Friday. The destruction of words Dirty Diana. Let me get this out. Yes, a hated word AHEM “angel.” I hate the word as I hate Hell but aren’t I building that too?

This Christmas, I want a brothel. Like my company, “Second Circle Creations,” I’m thinking of either naming it Eden or The Moondust. My stories involving Cherry all revolve around The Moondust. Named after the beautiful melody by Jaymes Young, sigh. More from the young woman, I watched “strip” somewhat to it. Anna Vlasova, aka Alissa, “Alissa PURE ANGEL.” Still hate using that word, but it beats a few others. I wonder if Alissa ever became a full-blown porn actress. Speaking of which, I’d hire some. I’ve been thinking a lot about Jenna Foxx recently. There’s always Whitney Wright. How about the Holy Grail, that businesswoman from XXX Pawn, “This Is How Women Do Business!” Every man’s fantasy, am I right, from the screen to having her in your bed someday.

Back to my fantasy, which would be less my novel but more “Pure Taboo.” I’m talking anything from young models, cosplayers, women as sexy as MILF Dos. I’m talking the dirtiest, roughest, most wanton and depraved fantasies. Then I want my own movie studio too. Have I lived in the south for too long? I want to do something like that here, but as my Big Sis told me. You can’t build a strip club next to a school or a bunch of bible toting, bullet shooting, bigoted zealots. Alice Little is suing Nevada at the moment. Wanting to fuck her… Did I mention I also desire a strip club and to build a whole resort as well? I swear with enough money, I’d buy an island. Now I’m really dreaming but after today at the Day Job. As I said, outlaw some words and build A Whole New World.

Santa, you would be a VIP, MVP, with SCC. A BROTHEL, Will’s Christmas List III.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 168 ~Will Finds That Alarming~

WillLeave a comment

Last week was about taking it easy, and I still am, but I want to wake up and actually do something. I mean, besides reading Dani Wyatt (nothing against her). Or clean out my phone, 6000 photos and 98% of them are… Will Finds That Alarming.

Wednesday, December 16, 2020

Gospel 168 ~Will Finds That Alarming~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and the idea of making more money never gets old. If I ever had that much, I would do right by my mom. Happy Birthday, Mom! Not that I’ll ever let her read this, but I will have to text her sometime today. Being Wayward Progeny. Now that would be a cool band name. Good ideas like making money are terrific, yet they don’t keep me awake. So my first sin for today. When I have to go to the Day Job, I set five different alarms. On days like this, I start one, and here we are again, talking late.

Okay, so it’s Ten A.M., but you know our conversation won’t be over by Eleven. No, I’m going to work on something I like, and it’s not writing. Yes, “that thing,” and I’m getting dangerously close to the edge. Let’s say I’m cleaning out my phone. The last time… sigh. Speaking of both good and bad things. Eric Vall’s books keep me awake, but it’s the holidays. Now, as I was waiting for my Dæmon to wake up, I began another Christmas story from Dani Wyatt. Um, There are far too many holidays to make this a big deal. Inspector Echo, I need to stop with certain trigger words. Again there is something else that will wake me up most mornings and keep me going far into the night. One more reason I want to make it my life’s work. I wouldn’t waste a second of getting to live life.

Not in FEAR. There was an upheaval a few days ago. I swear, I thought I had been hacked, but many of the users I saw reported the same thing. Besides the Day Job, my Dæmon’s life, so many secrets, breaking my SIX. Geez, there’s so much, too much FEAR. Hell, just now, I heard a sound downstairs, so I grabbed my “steel” and went to investigate. Every time I even touch that gun, it scares me for three reasons:

  1. I don’t like having it around.
  2. I like the feel of it, and I want more guns.
  3. I’m getting used to it.

Inspector, I did mention my Dæmon a few times today. Any sound he makes immediately gets my attention. I love him like pancakes, always Echo.

Someday my life won’t need alarms. Will Finds That Alarming

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 165 ~Sheet It’s Will Again~

WillLeave a comment

Last week I talked about escape… my bedroom is bigger than the Den/Game Room, and I got my private bathroom, not like I have family besides the Dæmon. So I have plenty of sheets of TP, a bedroom set, and what about my writing. “Sheet It’s Will Again”

Sunday, December 13, 2020

Gospel 165 ~Sheet It’s Will Again~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I’m sure that you can afford to have Christmas spirit when you get on my level. Well, Scrooge had the money, and it still took three ghosts. That’s how you feel right now, dead to the world. You’re still awaiting zombie hordes. It’s much too late for Halloween, and white sheets along with being a black man in America shudders. Not what you want to see in the dark of night. How about a white Christmas or your addiction? Not cocaine, but your “own personal brand of heroin.” Thank you, Twilight.

Now your sheets ain’t white… indeed grey. Again you’re nowhere near close to Christian Grey or that guy Mason you’re reading about. But you haven’t left your bed today, have you? It would be acceptable if you got what you wanted for Christmas. Instead, laziness. You have the Dæmon to keep you warm. It could be he doesn’t want to collide into anything again. I made such promises to him, and you will too, but time is not on your side. His enormous future getting tasked the job of guarding his brothers & sisters, sigh.
He’s lying out in the sun naked, “collarless,” and you can’t get it up to put your pants on. You know, because who needs food or even a change of scene. Didn’t I say something last night about moving from the bed to the loveseat? Not my Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 005 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 003 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
    Failed
  4. I AM Editing Anything Of My Current Works
    Failed
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing The Christmas Pickup
    Completed

Yeah, the only sheets I seem to be tearing through are in books. Should I even need to tell you to keep going? You don’t think much of C.M. Steele’s book, but everyone is Shakespeare compared to you. Now that’s something you need to work on, talking down to yourself. If there’s any joy to be had in life, it’s on your wish list. There’s a reason that Indiana Gone is your 2nd BFF. What would you have done if Amazon had existed when you were a child? See, you were about to think of something terrible. Surprise, then disappointment? Yet, you’re not Hank Hill. As the song goes, you got bills to pay and mouths to feed. So why are you still wrapped up in blankets instead of doing something like, I don’t know. You could be working on your book. Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 003 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
  4. I AM Editing Anything Of My Current Works
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
  6. I AM Finishing Mason’s Winter

If I could ask…, stop living in a world of shit. Sheet It’s Will Again

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 163 ~Will Brings His Genre~

WillLeave a comment

“What’s my age again,” as the song goes? My “father” was here selling my first car, which was junk, I know. Everyone thinking I can’t drive my second car. Only there’s a lot of things I can’t do, like writing. “Will Brings His Genre,” it’s been a day

Friday, December 11, 2020

Gospel 163 ~Will Brings His Genre~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, only not really. Also, I can’t share my writing genre with you because it’s not Thursday… ahh, Dirty Diana. Can’t say I’m in the mood either. Oh, you know me, but for now, I’m wishing COVID-19 took a heavier toll population-wise, SIGH. Once again, my Republican tendencies, and what a horrible thing to think, let alone write. Now we both know it’s a lot more acceptable than what I usually put on the page. It’s a sad state of affairs wishing death upon my fellow man. All because I hate DRIVING?

Sure I lost one car today. Well, my father sold it to a scraper or somebody today. It wasn’t like I was driving it ever. On top of that, the car I’m cruising in; well, I guess everyone thinks I don’t know what I’m doing behind the wheel. I’m not all Fast & Furious enough. Fury is one thing I understand far too well. Only in this part of the story, its purpose is to keep back the despair. I won’t go back to reading Dale Carnegie anytime soon. What about writing my own Self-Help book? As always, what motivates me. We can’t discuss it. Much like the book, I’m currently reading. Yes, it’s another one for the holidays by C. M. Steele. I can’t say I’m getting in a very festive mood. There was even a point in my life where I wrote some holiday poetry, but I was only seeing green dollars… NOT.

If I had been, then indeed, I would be writing a review for some miracle pill. Is that science fiction Lady Sophia? Some drugs will take my Fear, Fury and make me Forget about today. I do tend to write about how I imagine my future. No zombie overruns usually. Interesting, writing, and not writing are so hard. I could tell you all about the horrors of my world. Only you wouldn’t find them so terrifying because in my eyes you… I have Lady Lu’s look down, and I hate the man in the mirror but yours; seven deadly sins? However, what genre would I call these conversations? I’m definitely not happy. History was my former FAVORITE subject. I did try my hand at being a songwriter once upon a time. I’m a drama queen…

Bad endings like Far Cry 5, Will Brings His Genre

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 162 ~Will’s Christmas List II~

WillLeave a comment

Again, not a fan of Christmas. Speaking of something green, I care about the environment and would like to hear more about “The Green New Deal” or (see more of AOC). Anyway, I also so want more green in my wallet. “Will’s Christmas List II”

Thursday, December 10, 2020

Gospel 162 ~Will’s Christmas List II~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I believe I’ve said that still won’t be enough. I should have covered this last week, but of course, you know, to me, words are life. So yep, I started with books, but now it’s all about “Dollar, dollar bill y’all” the Wu-Tang Clan. Now you’re telling yourself, “that doesn’t sound much like Christmas or ever so sexy.” I would refer you to Daria, saying that money can make anyone beautiful (and/or sexy). So why not ask Santa to leave some pussy under my tree? About that tree, hmm?

Hell, I’ve been sporting wood forever, and didn’t I say I fucked up my Six Impossible Things. If I had the cash, I’m sure I wouldn’t be spending all my time online. It would cut back on Fapping opportunities. At the very least, I could cum in more exotic locations. Not on my own, of course. You might not believe me, but I’ve never paid for sex. I wish I could say it was because of some “moral” obligation. I’ve paid women to get naked. My wallet has been opened to “art” and, of course, literature. Only never actual fucking. Seriously though, I would, and also a nude maid too. You don’t know how I tried with MILF Uno, aka “Okay.” I dared to bring up the maid portion to MILF Cuatro, aka “Specs.” As Stevie Wonder puts it, “Someday At Christmas.” I’ll live life in a plethora of women.

All buck naked or semi-dressed because you know how I enjoy cosplay and other fantasies. Another thing is I’m going to buy a network to showcase them. I’ll get more into that next week. Focus on the money, right? These last days… cumming all over. However, I would have to defend my empire. Since I’ve begun playing Far Cry 5 again, I’ve awoken a bloodlust. Fuck, you could call me Trevor Philips. With the funds, I would buy an armory of which, um GTA V, Far Cry 5, Cyberpunk 2077, dare not dream of SIGH.
Don’t get me wrong, my gun still scares the shit out of me. I’m not looking to die, but I’m looking to gaming even more.

Now money can’t buy me love… Fix my teeth, new car, my Dæmon lives forever?

I want money, lots and lots of money, then “Pussy Galore” Will’s Christmas List II.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 161 ~Will Takes A Break~

WillLeave a comment

Another week, another Christmas book, or more a novella. What am I taking a break from reading anything real? Says the man who’s been lost in Eric Vall’s novels? What else have I been doing besides sleeping, hmm? “Will Takes A Break,” again

Wednesday, December 2, 2020

Gospel 161 ~Will Takes A Break~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I should be “EVIL…” The other day I read something to the tune of a billionaire is like a dragon hoarding wealth. Add to my list of things to do; sleeping on a pile of money. That’s me taking a break. I only sleep. Don’t worry, Inspector Echo. If last night was any sign. When it comes to talking to you and the girls, I’m like Edward Cullen meets Bella Swan. We’ll get into books in a minute or later. It’s almost 6:00 PM, meaning it’s time for some Far Cry 5 and WWE.

Now I talked about the DRAGON and all, but here’s something else. Idle hands are the Devil’s playthings. Again I’m getting back into gaming because I have to give myself things to do. You must be thinking, “killing cultists?” Well, they ain’t MAGA hats, hmm? Okay, that was pretty dark but, don’t ask me to go darker. I still think about that book from K Webster from time to time. I imagine I would have liked such a thing once. For now, it creeps me out what occurred at the end. Oh, and the 2nd comes out in a month. I’m thankful I finished “Sinning The Cherry On Top,” but you don’t know what it’s like. I hate not working on it, and the conclusion, and then picking it up again. Once I thought it was the reason that I couldn’t get to bed at a decent time. So what did I do last night?

Well, I mean besides talking to Madam Justice and finally getting to bed around 4:00 AM? Let’s say starting that morning is a blur, and I literally can’t talk about it. Yet again, my Republican tendencies of knowing, wanting honesty, but I won’t utter anything. Sadly, I won’t be completing my Six Impossible Things. You can take your pick on the number except if it’s six. I’m reading another Christmas story, a novella. Inspector Echo, you can call me lazy for all the breaks I’ve been taking. Indulging within procrastination. Only now, I’m trying to hide away from life, from knowing right and wrong. And of course, from the Day Job that breaks me more than anything and yet I go don’t I, my schedule.

A lucky break ain’t coming, and I’m sorry I believed such. Will Takes A Break

I Will Have No Fear